=/\= Holodeck 1 =/\= Walsh gave a brief speech, before dismissing the ODA and volunteers from various members of the ship. Acheson walked away, with Haines at his side, before turning back quickly: ”Captain Walsh, I’m always available to help the ODA.” He didn’t respond, but gave a quick nod and that was all he needed. Haines stood at his side as the turbolift doors closed. “What’d you think?” he asked. Acheson chuckled: “We got our asses handed to us. But atleast they’ll protect us if anything happens on this ship.” Haines nodded as the lift reached his quarters. “Well, I’m tired as hell. I’ll see you later.” “Sure” the doors opened and closed and he walked out. Acheson was tired too. “Deck 12” he called out to the turbolift. +TAPS+ Bridge to Acheson. Acheson let out a tired groan. “+TAPS+ Acheson here.” “+TAPS+ I heard the holodeck simulation got out. You’re on duty in 10 minutes, you remember right, sir?” “Can someone take my place?” “No sir, I’ve been going 12 hours myself. The Gamma shift officer apparently broke his wrist playing Parises squares. Sickbay says that the break is severe and that he’ll need a few days off.” Acheson prepared to have to suck it up. “Understood. I’m en route.” He turned to the turbolift interface. “Main bridge.” Arriving at the bridge moments later, he looked to see various officers manning their stations. Commander Summers was the OD. “5 minutes early, I see.” a voice came behind him. “Yes” he turned around. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He walked across the bridge, into an adjacent conference room and practically ran to the replicator, standing before it in utter worship. “Computer, coffee, 360 Kelvin.” A steaming cup of coffee appeared in the receptacle and he pulled it out carefully, not wanting to stain the carpeting in the conference room. The last thing he wanted to worry about was the selective reduction of pi bonds. He thought for a moment as to whether he was hungry, but he found that he wasn’t. He took the cup of coffee in hand and walked back to Tactical, hiding it as he walked in. He walked over to tactical and relieved the officer there. “Sir, you’re not supposed to have that here.” “Understood.” He put the coffee in a concealed spot and logged onto the computer, indicating that he was at the station. What to do, he thought. Looking over the systems, he decided to run a diagnostic on the phaser relays. These devices helped store charge before the phasers would fire, so that the burst of energy wouldn’t taper off too quickly. He tapped at a console briefly, before receiving a message. “Relay not responding. Deck 5.” He thought for a few moments, before deciding to go fix that. By his station, a selection of tools was available to perform minor engineering repairs, in order to allow the Engineering department the ability to focus on major repair work. He grabbed it and his coffee and walked into the turbolift. Before the doors closed, he had someone take his console. “Deck 5!” He sipped the beverage and felt the fatigue in his eyes drift away. “Ok .. where do they keep the phaser relays. Oh yea!” His mind raced and he came to the correct conclusion. He opened a Jefferies tube and crawled forward, and reached the area. He pulled away a conduit and saw the relay. “Huh.” The relay seemed fine. He scanned it with his tricorder and saw the problem. “Looks like something overloaded it.” He pulled out the relay and quickly replaced it with a new one.” He replaced the cover and crawled out of the Jeffries tube. As he entered the corridors on Deck 5, he walked to a turbolift and returned to the bridge, having solved the problem. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Acheson CTAC USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm